More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
Je est un autre.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
